Last week we left Donald having a wild dream, haunted by the
ghost of Kurt Cobain, who was about to impart his beyond-the-grave
tortured genius on single D.
“Just keep … just keep on rockin’ in the free
world.”
And like that the plaid-clad morose icon was gone, and Donald
was wide awake.
Donald, at this point, jilts Double awake and points out that
it’s five in the afternoon, and maybe they should get out of
bed.
May Beethoven’s deaf ears hear my plea, and help me guide
my words to adequately capture the first of many steps toward
enlightenment for my dynamic duo.
Cut to Donald and Double wandering around campus, and feeling
slightly superior to all of the mere mortals walking quickly and
with purpose toward the enemy of all D and D hold dear ““
class.
So, with nothing better to do, Donald and Double choose their
course by following around the most beautiful girls they see.
In free and easy tones they proclaim their allegiances.
“Damn, she’s fine.”
“No way, man, look at her, she is the new
hotness.”
“Wait ““”
And all of a sudden, both of the megamen’s jaws drop, as
they look at each other in bewitched amazement, and start being led
like unbelievably smooth puppy dogs.
But wait, where is this they’re being led to? Past Royce
Quad down into the nether regions of South Campus. It is foreign
territory for the inseparable tandem, not part of their usual
girl-watching route. But young men’s hearts are young
men’s hearts, so they follow.
Before they know it, Donald and Double have followed the beauty
into a ““ gasp ““ classroom in none other than Schoenberg
Hall (ha, our heroes have avoided South Campus and, true to form,
stuck to entertainment).
An older white male lectures in the front of the room where D
and D have taken up residence on either side of their leader into
the unknown. The professor drones on and on in the background of D
and D’s blurry gazes at their current heroine of choice.
Cut to Donald and Double still staring at the girl in silent
amazement now having transferred, as though in a dream, from the
classroom to the Schoenberg Hall main auditorium.
With a jolt, they are shaken out of their trance, and slowly
take in their surroundings. Sounds start to assault their ears, but
gently. They see performers onstage, but the musicians are
well-dressed.
“What is this Donald?”
“I don’t know, Double, I just don’t
know.”
“I mean we’re open to music, man. We even like rock,
and you’ve got that jazz album, and so OK, not country, but
even the blues. What is this?”
The wise Donald looks in front of him, watches the violins,
other strings, horns, woodwinds and even pretty little flutes, and
turns back to Double.
“I don’t know exactly, but I get this feeling we
should just sit back and listen.”
There the two sat, entranced now in a new even more intense way,
and when it was over, it had been a little bit of a struggle, a
little strange, maybe even a little uncomfortable, but the truth
was they really enjoyed it. They looked at each other and to the
side at the beautiful girl, and thinking about it, knew sharing it
with cool people meant all the more to them.
They stay in their seats even as the girl walked away. Then the
professor from earlier approaches.
“Hello, I noticed you two sitting in on my class.
How’d you like the concert?”
“Well, it wasn’t like anything we’ve ever
experienced before, but it was good actually. Really good,”
Donald replied.
“Ah, but that’s the beauty of music, boys. To hear
something for the first time, to “˜get’ something new
““ that is one of life’s great privileges,” says
the anonymous professor as he turns to walk away.
“But wait, tell us more, what was this, where can we get
more?”
“Follow your heart boys, and …”
And with that we’ve run out of space until next time. So,
stay tuned until next Thursday with your ears open, your eyes to
the ground and your finger on the page. Their exploits may come
your way.
Donald and Double fight boredom every Thursday in The Bruin.